Reflections on my academic year at the College of Europe in Brugge (Bruges) Belgium in 1967/68
HELLEVOETSLUIS
Professor Istvan B F Kormoss, was a Hungarian who came to the College of Europe as a student after WWII.
ON TOUR
In early 1968 we set off, from the College of Europe in Brugge, on a study trip which took in Luxembourg, Strasbourg, Bonn and Köln.
GEEN VLAAMS
That's Peter, my German teacher. That football accident put paid to my aspirations to rival Goethe in my own lifetime.
LA FRANCOPHONIE
The linguistic requirement for studying in the College of Europe, which operated in two languages - English and French, was to be fluent in one and have a working knowledge of the other.
КУЛТУРА
Suddenly the College was overrun with Bulgarians - in native dress and with music and dance to capture your soul.
DO UNTO OTHERS
This is now the Hotel Navarra on Sint-Jakobstraat in Brugge (Bruges) but then, fifty years ago, it was the College of Europe's student residence.
FLANDERS FIELDS
In the decade of commemorations, we are still within the centenary of WWI. It is also the 50th anniversary of my visit to Flanders Fields from the College of Europe in 1968.
HOLY BLOOD PROCESSION
My 1964 guidebook tells me that the Procession of the Holy Blood takes place in Brugge every year on the first Monday following the 2nd of May. Wikipedia tells me it takes place on Ascension Day. Perhaps one is wrong or the day has changed since my time.
ODDS & ENDS
This was the Bavarian Embassy in Bonn. Well that's how people described it, I suspect half in jest but wholly in earnest.
AFTERMATH
So what happened after I came down from the Brugge Mountain with my tablets of stone (Certificat d'Études Européennes).
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